He dangles wildly upside-down for a moment, arms windmilling, then gets his hands pressed firmly against the opposite wall.The rat scurries off, pissed.
All that's left now is to utter some magic words perhaps wave your magic wand a bit for dramatic effect and pull a rabbit from the house to the delight of the ground.
On a sweltering Sunday in 1895, a church service would be a sea of fluttering fans, each parishioner diligently fanning themselves in pews that felt like ovens.
My wife waved her corsage in time to the music. She was radiant and appeared 20 years younger. The tears had left her eyes and the corners of her mouth turned up in laughter.
Ah, yes, of course I know the Proms. And I've even watched the Last Night of the Proms with all those waving flags and the patriotic singing by the audience. Not really my thing.